It did sound a little wet, there didn't it? Right at the end! Oooh! Heh heh heh. Let's have a smell, all right? Oh, everyone likes their own brand, don't they? Oh, this is magic! Hmmm, wafting, wafting. Ok, analysis. Ooh, smells like carrots in throw-up! Oh that could gag a maggot! I smell like hot sick... ass in a dead carcass! Even stink would say that stinks! You know when you go into an apartment building and you smell the other people's cooking on each floor and you go "What are they cookin'?" That, plus crap!

Dr. Evil: Our early attempts at a tractor beam went through several preparations. Preparations A through G were a complete failure. But now, ladies and gentlemen, we finally have a working tractor beam, which we shall call... Preparation H. [Scott snickers] What?Scott Evil: Why don't you just call it operation ass-cream, you ass.Dr. Evil: I'm sorry, did you say you want some ice cream?Scott Evil: Yes, I'd love some chocolate ass-cream.Dr. Evil: Perhaps later.Number 2: Dr. Evil, I love your plan.

Scott Evil: [to Dr. Evil] I hate you.Scott Evil: [to Austin] I hate you.Scott Evil: [to Foxxy] I don't even know you, but I hate you too.Scott Evil: [to Mini-Me] And I ESPECIALLY hate you. [runs away]Dr. Evil: I'd just like to point out that no one else in my gene pool runs like a girl.

While you were in space, I created a way for us to make huge sums of legitimate money, and still maintain the ethics and the business practices of an evil organization. I have turned us into talent agency; the Hollywood Talent Agency.